One day I too will limp
Life will lose continuity
Disintegrate into many parts, episodes
"Today I walked the hall ...
I vaguely remember a book I lent
Someone I thought would be a friend."
Never saw them again. What was that book?
I'll be sick and weak like the others
Wondering at the waste
Yearning for bygone pleasure
Re-imagining the world in my cell
Increasingly self-reliant
While decreasingly able
To excite, amuse, please
Staring at the wall or the glass in the window pane
What will I have learned then?
To love you would suffice.
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